{ in having observed, heโs been able to see the acolytes come in and out through a particular boulder. he wonders what leads behind there. louis had something similar at the rue royale home he had all those years ago. they had their coffins hidden behind a wall, the bed a distraction to what truly lied behind. louis closes his eyes and lets out a long, frustrating sigh. he has begun to draw circles with his sharp nail, causing damage to the floor where he sits. it ruptures the surface from his habit to use his hands to distract from his thoughts.
he doesnโt have his books. he doesn't have someone to keep him contained. armand was good at it, heโll admit. louis asked for it. it's a mantra.
he keeps his motions, the sound a slight scratching when he considers the patterns of the acolytes. itโs isnโt a desire to truly escape, rather itโs the urge to make the overwhelming sensations stop. they told him he was a chosen one. the last person who thought that of themselves left a massive gap in his life, and now he thinks there has to be a way to make it all go away. if heโs truly a chosen, then the grief needs to cease. moving the boulder is a necessary distraction. louis also wants to help. }
ยป โ escape musings: lifting the veil;
he doesnโt have his books. he doesn't have someone to keep him contained. armand was good at it, heโll admit. louis asked for it. it's a mantra.
he keeps his motions, the sound a slight scratching when he considers the patterns of the acolytes. itโs isnโt a desire to truly escape, rather itโs the urge to make the overwhelming sensations stop. they told him he was a chosen one. the last person who thought that of themselves left a massive gap in his life, and now he thinks there has to be a way to make it all go away. if heโs truly a chosen, then the grief needs to cease. moving the boulder is a necessary distraction. louis also wants to help. }
Theyโve been at it for hours.